Dearest Future World Racer,Rid yourself of expectations. Let me rephrase that: Rid yourself of YOUR expectations. Rid yourself of expectations. Let me rephrase that: Rid yourself of YOUR expectations
Rid yourself of expectations. Let me rephrase that: Rid yourself of YOUR expectations.
Being on the World Race has definitely reinforced the revelation that my idea of what certain things should look like are not always the greatest. I came onto the Race truly believing that it is humanly impossible to never have any expectations. Which is right to some degree.
I didn’t fully grasp the fact that there is a difference between my expectations and God’s expectations.
God’s expectations are always met. And His are always bigger than my own.
While I’m expecting it’s going to be difficult to tent for a month, God is expecting me to hear and see the glory of His world through my tent walls as I fall asleep.
As I’m expecting living in community is going to rub me the wrong way, God is expecting honor and love to start flowing out of my being.
And when I’m hanging on by a thread trying to scrape the last bit of paint off the roof of a missions house, God is expecting that I will learn a thing er two about what it really means to serve.
All of these things are happening without me even noticing. God’s goals for my life and my heart are being met while I’m setting myself up for failure (haha).
I don’t want to allow my small views to get in the way of me seeing God’s glory in my life. Happening. Right before my own eyes.
Sincerely,
Rikki Lynn
Being on the World Race has definitely reinforced the revelation that my idea of what certain things should look like are not always the greatest. I came onto the Race truly believing that it is humanly impossible to never have any expectations. Which is right to some degree.
I didn’t fully grasp the fact that there is a difference between my expectations and God’s expectations.
God’s expectations are always met. And His are always bigger than my own.
While I’m expecting it’s going to be difficult to tent for a month, God is expecting me to hear and see the glory of His world through my tent walls as I fall asleep.
As I’m expecting living in community is going to rub me the wrong way, God is expecting honor and love to start flowing out of my being.
And when I’m hanging on by a thread trying to scrape the last bit of paint off the roof of a missions house, God is expecting that I will learn a thing er two about what it really means to serve.
All of these things are happening without me even noticing. God’s goals for my life and my heart are being met while I’m setting myself up for failure (haha).
I don’t want to allow my small views to get in the way of me seeing God’s glory in my life. Happening. Right before my own eyes.
Rid yourself of expectations. Let me rephrase that: Rid yourself of YOUR expectations.
Being on the World Race has definitely reinforced the revelation that my idea of what certain things should look like are not always the greatest. I came onto the Race truly believing that it is humanly impossible to never have any expectations. Which is right to some degree.
I didn’t fully grasp the fact that there is a difference between my expectations and God’s expectations.
God’s expectations are always met. And His are always bigger than my own.
While I’m expecting it’s going to be difficult to tent for a month, God is expecting me to hear and see the glory of His world through my tent walls as I fall asleep.
As I’m expecting living in community is going to rub me the wrong way, God is expecting honor and love to start flowing out of my being.
And when I’m hanging on by a thread trying to scrape the last bit of paint off the roof of a missions house, God is expecting that I will learn a thing er two about what it really means to serve.
All of these things are happening without me even noticing. God’s goals for my life and my heart are being met while I’m setting myself up for failure (haha).
I don’t want to allow my small views to get in the way of me seeing God’s glory in my life. Happening. Right before my own eyes.
